Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused, texting.

brain fart. Got the name wrong]

was speechless, […]

nobody

anyone digs up anything about him,

book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was

the pages with a

“learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but

down on

brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have

good advice,

new message popped up on her phone,

you asking about

moment before

quickly, No way.

do you know

before sending back a

distance? They hadn’t

sighed deeply, replying. I can’t stay away from him, my

expected Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But

she could decide,

After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love

Louie went silent.

indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message.

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and

knew. He actually knew!

widened with a glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie

a single word – [Okay]

slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off

recognizing Everard’s number. What could he

more velvety than she remembered, greeted her,

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking.

he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night